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One says of every summer, when it is drawing near its end, There never was such a summer; but if the summer is one of those which slip from the feeble hold of elderly hands, when the days of the years >>

One says of every summer, when it is drawing near its end, There never was such a summer; but if the summer is one of those which slip from the feeble hold of elderly hands, when the days of the years >>